The Bizarre Adventures of the Oil Man, but Starting with Warhammer 32K

——Gibran’s Navigator’s Eye was forever frozen in the moment of horror, and his stand-in was now calmly walking towards the Navigator Family’s meeting room.

This was not an assassination targeting him personally.

This is a carefully prepared conspiracy against the entire High Lords Council!

"You're crazy! You're in cahoots with those Space Marines!"

Meslin completely collapsed: "Without the High Lords' Council, the Empire will fall into chaos! Government affairs will overwhelm you! Those documents, those resolutions, those-"

"so what?"

Wangerich's rhetorical question pierced the Pope's spine like an ice pick.

Meslin froze. His eyes drifted uncontrollably toward the medicine box, his bony fingers twitching as he reached forward.

This action declared his true nature more directly than any excuse could.

Wangerich suddenly laughed.

He opened the medicine box, selected one of the two pills inside, and threw it in. When the Pope crawled towards the life-saving medicine like a hungry dog, he aimed at the medicine and stepped on it.

Amid the sound of shattering glass, the medicine and Meslin's life disappeared together.

"No no no no……"

Meslin frantically scratched the drug-soaked carpet, "Emperor... please forgive me... save your faithful shepherd..."

Wangorichi ignored him and turned towards the door. Behind him, he could hear the Pope's dying sobs, mixed with incoherent prayers and even curses to the God-Emperor.

Of course the Emperor would not send down his miracles.

Sark, the head of the Astronomican, came over. This high lord had come here under the pretext of visiting Meslin, and he used his status to dismiss the surrounding priests. When he saw Wangorichi, he saluted respectfully.

"Grand Master, what's our next step?"

"Announce the death of Meslin, and then go to pick up Kurland."

Revealing Callidus' true form, "Sark" nodded, turned around, and began to execute the plan according to Wangerich's instructions. Wangerich stopped before the statue of the Emperor in the cathedral.

In the colorful light and shadow cast by the stained glass, the statue of the emperor was looking down at all this with indifference.

How ironic! A man who denied divinity became the only God of mankind, while those who claimed to serve Him died like maggots at His feet.

But that's what he's going to do.

"There is no forgiveness."

Wangoliqi spoke softly, his voice lost in the weeping at the news of the Pope's death and the crescendo of the choir's chants.

"I will never forgive."

PS: The Pope in the original work is more dramatic.

Wangorich poisoned him while the battle moon was still in the sky. When the antidote failed to work, Meslin cursed him, saying that he had served the Emperor faithfully, but the Emperor would not save him. He called the Emperor weak and incompetent, and believed that the Emperor did not save him because he was not as strong as the greenskins.

Then he led his followers to sing praises to the orcs' strength, hoping to be saved by the greenskins.

Chapter 224 Loyalty! Sincerity!

Udo's stomach was hurt by Kurland's shoulder armor, and every bump made him almost vomit.

After the initial panic, he gradually regained his senses and realized that these chapter leaders were running in the wrong direction.

"Put me down! This is not the way to the palace!"

Udo struggled: "Where are you taking me?!"

The Astartes walked in stone-like silence, their steps unwavering. They turned into a narrow alleyway, away from the chaotic crowds on the main road. Udo's heart pounded as he realized the Astartes were deliberately avoiding his sight.

"Kurland!"

Udo shouted sharply, trying to mask his fear with the authority of a high lord, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Save Terra."

Kurland's voice was eerily calm. "Like my genetic father, my purpose remains unchanged."

Udo's throat suddenly felt dry.

The word "Terra" echoed in his mind, and a terrible thought emerged from this echo.

Terra includes the Emperor, the Imperial Palace, and the common people, but...

Does Terra include him?

Before he could gather his thoughts, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows ahead. Wu Duo took a closer look, and the red, gold-rimmed coat, particularly glaring in the dim alley, allowed him to identify the person.

"Zack?!"

He was surprised that the abbot of Xingju Academy would appear here, and then realized that the conspiracy they had carefully planned had turned awry because there was a traitor among them.

Those Astartes must have known what he was planning to do!

He exploded in anger: "Why did you betray me, Sack!?"

Sack turned sideways expressionlessly, revealing the hidden entrance to the secret passage behind him. Only then did Udo notice the faintly visible skull emblem on the wall.

That is the symbol of the Assassin's Court, and this is the secret passage belonging to the Assassin's Court.

A chill instantly ran up his spine.

Not Sark.

It's Wangorichi.

It turns out that the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, who never participated in political struggles, had already secretly woven this network.

That Eldar assassin might just be the Assassin's Court in disguise!

Udo suddenly remembered Wangoliqi's recent unusual disappearance.

He had considered the other party's disappearance as an opportunity to carry out his plan, but now it seemed that the other party was simply contacting the Final Wall, preparing to catch them all in one fell swoop!

"Do not……"

Any attempt to escape was futile, as Kurland had already carried him into the secret passage. Darkness engulfed them like a tide, and only the Astartes, with their darkvision, could advance as if nothing had happened.

Absolute darkness deprived Udo of his senses, and he could feel his body and mind trembling in the darkness. But soon, they arrived at a secret room.

Kurland tied him to the torture chair of the Assassin's Court. Several chapter masters lined up in front of him and surrounded him. Even Abrax, the previously missing Chapter Master of the Iron Knights, was there.

"Now, let's talk about Terra's future."

Countless chaotic thoughts filled Udo's mind, and he almost wanted to grovel and beg for mercy. But his status as a high lord supported him, igniting a false sense of mission in his heart, giving him a last bit of ridiculous courage.

He must defend Terra, defend the High Lords.

He will never bow to these genetic freaks!

"What do you genetically modified freaks want to do?! The power of Terra belongs to humans! It belongs to the High Lords Council! What do you want to do? Treason?! It's not your turn to discuss the future of Terra with me!"

"So what did the High Lords bring?"

Udo turned and saw that the question was from Isaga, Chapter Master of the Accusers: "Who allowed Terra to fall prey to the Ork threat? Who caused Terra to fall into famine and riot?"

"This... this is the internal affairs of the empire. You have no right to interfere!"

He retorted sharply, "Since the Great Crusade, the Emperor has decreed that the Astartes should not interfere in government affairs! You exist to war, not to rule!"

"Does this include the fact that you, knowing full well that there was danger, sent out the Imperial Fists alone, concealed the true information from them, and sent them to their deaths?"

Udo's sharp voice suddenly turned into a whisper: "We didn't mean to cause you such a great loss. We just... didn't know the orcs were so strong."

"But you're still going to die, aren't you?"

Kurland asked.

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, smashing Udo's last quibbles. He collapsed against the stone wall, unable to utter another word.

Several chapter leaders looked at each other in silence, and the air was filled with an indescribable sadness.

They gave everything to the Empire, but the High Lords rewarded them with betrayal and calculation.

"We have to think about what to do with him."

Thorne said.

“This is no longer an issue that needs to be discussed.”

Kurland turned and left: "Captain Abrax, I leave this mission to you."

Udo understood his own fate from their conversation.

His limp body suddenly straightened up, and a final flash of madness flashed in his eyes.

"Do you think you can control Terra by killing me? Astra Militarum Commander-in-Chief Vero is still here, and he will mobilize all the troops! Unless you want to fight the Astra Militarum in front of the Imperial Palace, you will surely be defeated!"

He roared, "The entire empire will fall apart because of your stupidity! The bureaucracy will be paralyzed! Supply lines will be broken! Millions of worlds will be plunged into chaos! Is this what you want?!"

"This is not something a dying person should worry about."

Kurland replied without turning his head.

The Chapter Masters followed Kurland in silence, leaving only Abrax, the new Chapter Master of the Iron Knights, standing before Udo.

The Chapter Master, who once had a grudge against the Black Templars, drew his power sword and locked eyes with Udo.

In the face of the true conspirators, he found that the conflict between their chapter and the Black Templars was insignificant.

"Any last words?"

He asked Udo.

"You have betrayed Dorn and dishonored his glory! Your Gene-Father defended Terra and the Emperor during the Heresy. Yet, today, his descendants dared to murder the High Lord, the Emperor's representative! Your Gene-Father will be ashamed of your actions today!"

"No, I'll take it as an honor."

Abraxas responded: "And you, Udin Maht-Udo. Your death will be worth more than your life."

Udo's lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but Abrax didn't give him the chance.

"First you betrayed the Emperor."

He took a step forward.

"And you took up arms against the sons of Dorne."

He raised his power sword above his head.

"You should know that you will not live to make a third mistake today."

The dark blue sword light slashed down.

Udo's head rolled to the ground, his face still frozen with the final trace of fear and unwillingness.

Abrax sheathed his weapon and turned to catch up with Kurland. Behind him, the "Sark" sealed the secret room, and darkness completely swallowed up the former imperial commander.

No one will ever know where he is anymore.

-

Inside the Astra Militarum headquarters, Abberwero was stirring the coffee in his cup out of boredom.

He could faintly hear the commotion outside the window, but he was too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

A fake Eldar attack, a chaotic parade, and finally the High Lords regaining control of Terra as saviors...

Anyway, everything was under the control of that megalomaniac Udo, and he? The right to deploy the army had been taken away by Udo in the name of the Imperial Commander-in-Chief. He only needed to wait for the results in this luxurious office.

"So fucking boring..."

Willow muttered, putting his feet up on the desk.

Although he could take advantage of the opportunity to gain some benefits, this crappy seat was still uncomfortable for him.

In name, he was the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum, but in reality, any deployment depended on Udo's opinion.

But there was nothing he could do about it, as he was promoted by Udo himself. If that old man Hayes hadn't been "killed in action", this position would never have been his.

Now there was news that Hayes was not dead and had returned with the Astartes. Vero had no other hope, just that the old man would not take his current position when he returned.

Just as he was thinking about how to keep his current position, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

The pale-faced adjutant rushed in: "Sir! Something terrible has happened!"

Vero slowly lit a cigarette for himself. "What's the panic? Something went wrong with the parade? Let me guess, did someone attack Astartes during the victory parade?"